Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Today was a classic doctor's appointment--one similar to so many I have had before. Let me scoot back to what took me there. For the past few weeks, I have had an irritating pain in my right shoulder. I had left shoulder pain for a long time, but my most recent physical therapy included treatment for that, so I continue to do those exercises along with my leg and back physical therapy work. (One day the life guard commented on the fact that I spend almost 2 hours in the pool and don't get to play--I do play after my exercises are finished.) That seemed to coincide with all of the unpacking, which had actually slipped my mind until the doctor was questioning me today. my shoulder has been aching and hurting a bit more each day. I thought it was yet another unpleasant fibromyalgia flare. However, Sunday night it went crazy. It was throbbing and burning and the pain was shooting down my arm all the way to my wrist. My hand was tingling and my fingers stayed cold, and I was miserable, My regular pain meds decided not to be bothered with helping me out. Sleep wasn't possible because this was so intense and overwhelming. I went to work Monday and by then, it seemed as if any bit of movement around me aggravated it more. The one bit of luck is that I called right after somebody canceled an appointment, so I got in this morning at 8:30.
I got there and went back for the necessary x-rays. I have such an intense bunch of health issues that x-rays really torture me--lie here move this this way, turn a bit, stand right here, lie on your back (or side.) I come away from any x-ray with a lot of pain and sometimes tears. This set of x-rays didn't let me down and hurt enough to make me shed a couple of little tears. Then I got to see the doctor really quickly. (I usually have to go to appointments late in the day, after work and at that time, it doesn't matter which doc I see--except my PCP who is big on appointment times--I end up doing a lot of sitting and waiting. I didn't have any f that with my appointment this early. My x-rays showed my typical arthritic damage, but there weren't gigantic bone spurs or massive floating junk--YAY. There was evidence of bursitis, which I haven't had in any joint, but that fluid build up could be seen by the way the rotor cuff was pushed around. I got a cortisone injection to deal with that, but that wasn't all--I may have damage in my neck and when I see this doc again on the 31st, we will decide if I ned to go back to my neurosurgeon about it. the other thing is that it is likely that part of my pain is caused by carpal tunnel--so I have to wear this brace except when i am in the pool or shower. I will be having an EMG test (I think that's what it was called) and then we will see if I need surgery. I don't do anything easily and that is why I knew this extreme pain was likely something that needed attention.
The doctor said that I really need to be on some sort of anti-inflammatory medication. I cannot take NSAIDS due to my stomach and Celebrex caused me to have congestive heart failure, so it is out. I think my arthritis is my issue to bear. I also think that my fibromyalgia is on fire again. I'm due for another Kenalog injection in early October--but that is a ways a way. I can only have one every 6 months, but it takes the edge off of this stuff.
So, as things are at this second--my shoulder is burning and aching seriously, so there goes the idea of immediate relief from the injection. I hope to have some of that residual relief that you can get over a couple of weeks from having one. My arm is still shooting pain, but my wrist and hand feels better with this brace on. I am saying a prayer that the idea of my neck having any issue is just plain wrong. I have had too much trouble at the lumbar area of my spine to be able to deal with the same stuff at the cervical area. the other thing that is an issue is that I walk with a walker--having my shoulder and arm in pain and stress is a definite hindrance. I am noticing the thing I experienced when arthritis was destroying my knees--the left arm that is doing all of the work is now aching and I am experiencing shoulder pain that isn't quite like the other arm, but I am getting the radiating pain down into my hand. I am wondering if I have carpal tunnel issues in one hand, if it is likely that I have it in the other. (I am guessing the source of the carpal tunnel, if it is what this pain is, is the repetitive use of my hands on my walker--and with a cane and crutches for years before the walker. I used to refer to this idea as my reciprocal pain.
OK. I had to work until 7PM because of our "Back to School Night" and I lost out on getting to the pool. I am almost stuck in being able to select children and I plan to go into classrooms and teach and assist classroom teachers so they can test our many new kids and get the scores I need to do my job. I will have fun, I have selected a silly children's book to enjoy with the kids and then we will do some follow-up drawing and writing. It's a way to teach and I'm looking forward to it. In the past, children have been the one distraction to the pain that arthritis, bursitis, fibromyalgia and other unpleasantries give me.
Do me a favor--if you have someone in your life who lives with any of these conditions, please lend them a hand with something physical that they need to do (unless this person could be you--then, do something nice for someone and ask them for help. It will make that person feel good, possibly honored to being trusted like that. This way, everyone wins. It took me a while to finally understand that my being stubborn and trying to do everything myself was not only mistreating my body, but it took away an opportunity for somebody else to feel good by doing something for me.
That is my story today and yesterday and for the last fifteen or more years of my life. Constant pain that isn't manageable adds an element to day to day living that really stinks. This is the reason that I knew I needed to lose weight and regain control over my own body in every way that I could. Losing over 100 pounds has taken a lot of pressure off of my knee replacements and I'm hoping that it will add years to their functionality. Losing over 100 pounds has taken a lot of pressure off of my back so that I can continue to be upright. This wasn't even a choice for me. I am excited that I am currently exercising every day when I once believed that I could never exercise. I am even more excited that I like my exercise program and that I do everything in my power to follow through with it each day. I also have an alternative set of activities that I do if I can't get to the pool.
Who'd have thought that somebody like me would be like that?
Monday, August 09, 2010
It has been an interesting weekend--and I have learned a lot!
I wrote a blog yesterday that was a deep truthful piece from my heart. It was really long and I apologize--but once I started going back in my life, I couldn't seem to quit. I was sharing my story and I was figuring things out. The reason I bring it up is that although it isn't a blog like the one I wrote that got a lot of attention and visitors and an award for--this one gave me responses that actually made me cry. I cannot believe how many people care about the pain in my heart and how many people have had something similar. What really brought those tears from me was how many of your told me that I was a good person, that I was worthwhile, and that I have done good for them. That made me cry. It was like when I was sent an email that I had been chosen as an SP Motivator. I am not sure how I have done that--all I have done is what I do. I talk to people and share what I think can help them or I reinforce what is going well for them or let them know the truth that one mistake on their part won't ruin their accomplishments and that they can do this. I believe all of that and I talk from my heart and my own experience. It doesn't seem to me that I have done anything special, but enough of you have told me so (and I am not looking for you to give me any pats on the back here--I am thinking out loud) that I am going to think about how someone really helps others and what it looks like. (That may be a different blog.)
for those beautiful words. Crying is sometimes.
I went with my son Miles and we also took my youngest son Micah to this car thing he had wanted to go to. He had tickets to get in for free and that made it something that had to be done in a timely way. I kind of thought that his father or one of his brothers should have done it, but none of them would give him the time. It turned out that this was a tool company sponsored big drag racing thing. Oh boy--that is the furthest thing that anyone would expect me to do, and it is unlikely that I would do such a thing again--because of a lack of interest. However, even though I didn't like the sound or the smells there, I did like being with my sons. I think they learned some things from me about making mistakes and being both human and forgiving. I also realized how much I just enjoyed their company. It was fun to see Miles be the big brother and explain things to his little brother (They spend so much time quarreling that this was a pleasant change.) It was also good for Miles to be the expert and explain things to me--and I asked a ton of questions. (Miles is my 19 year old who is studying to be an auto-diesel mechanic. He has AD/HD, Asperger's Syndrome, and is gifted with special needs. His life has never been really straightforward and if I was ever going to write a book, it would definitely be based on any number of aspects of his life.) I learned good things at that event, but I am glad that we didn't stay until it was over for some additional hours after we left.
Our topic at church today was about having faith. That is an important part of the human condition--we have to have faith in certain things, no matter what. I believe that the light will come on if I turn the switch. I believe that I will do the right thing if I have to make a choice. I am a Christian and I believe many things because of that fact. It is easy to see how my pastor spoke for so long on this topic. I have faith that I will be taken care of in the big picture and that has an almost greedy feel to it sometimes--what a wonderful, comfortable gift.
It rained today and I wasn't sure I was going to get to go to the pool--uh, the water slide park/pool that we have access to while the fitness center is on its two week shutdown. I'm going to try and take some photos for a blog later this week. Anyway, it is also my daughter's birthday, but she couldn't be talked into coming. Miles and Micah joined me again. I did all of my exercises and some lap swimming--and then, the guys asked me to come down the waterslide. Having done similar things when we were at Wisconsin Dells not so long ago, I figured I could--but there were these two big flights of stairs and there is something wrong with my shoulder and my other heath issues right now. However, the guys said they would help me and that it would be fun--so with a double innertube thing in tow, they helped me climb up the stairs and get tot he top and we did it. It was fun. I think I had enough faith to let myself enjoy it.
As for Marissa, she got a lot of gifts from us and her siblings, her friends, and her godparents. Her big gift from us is a new bicycle. She has been moody this week, but I know that she has also been helping with a number of things as my life has been about this new school year and all I have had to do. She is now 15 and I know that if I blink my eyes she will be graduating from high school and moving on before I know it. Mitchell is home from his trip to Alaska, and he has been quiet and sleepy, but he came through with a few things I can count on today--supper was ready when I got home from the pool--he not only prepared it, but he bought the food as well--except for those yummy tomatoes out of the garden. (We finally have some watermelons growing too!!)
I have another hectic week coming up due to work related activities--the first part of the school year is the most crazy for a teacher--the second is parent-teacher conferences and the third is the end of the school year. We have our building open house on Tuesday and I have 2 doctor appointments this week. I'll be scheduling something for this shoulder as well. However, I know this will all work and happen. I know that I have a lot of support from wonderful places--my children, my adult children, my husband, my church, my friends, and last--but definitely not least--my SparkFriends and acquaintances who help me to understand that I have gifts to share with others. I value that and I am so glad that others see me as being someone who gives to others and has worth. You made me cry happy tears and I am thankful. I have faith and I know that you'll be here this week and that you will help me through this time when I am over-extended due to no fault of my own.
Life is good!
Saturday, August 07, 2010
Hi there, dear friends!!
Something has happened that made me realize a few things about me and my world (both the real life one and my cyber life in this community!) I really don't like confrontation and anger. I am a fairly mild mannered--and meek person in most ways, unless my values or my passions are challenged. How did I get this way? It started when I was a young girl growing up. My parents were very young (My mother was 16 when she married my dad and gave birth to me 13 months later.) My dad had just gotten back from serving in the Korean War and it wasn't until he passed away that we found out the extent of what he dealt with. He NEVER talked about Korea and not one of us knew about the batch of medals and honors he was given. That is a pretty strong indicator that he saw and participated in some pretty nasty things. He had quit going to school at 16 and lied about his age to sign up for service and after whatever he had experienced, he came back at age 20 to marry my mother and begin his adult life. I know that this wasn't a totally unusual situation for people then--but it set up what my life was about.
I was FAT. My very young parents wanted me to be as beautiful as they were and I was FAT. I was FAT when I started school at age 4 and that's the way it was. All of the women in my world were FAT except for my mother and two of her sisters. I got FAT some way and until this very second, I hadn't thought about that. Of course, being a FAT little 4 year old was most likely due to how I was cared for. However, I started school in pudgy sized clothes that were hard to find (except for my yellow Easter dress that actually was beautiful as I recall. It was ruffly and had a little jacket and the skirt would twirl as I spun around. I remember the time I got to wear it to school clearly. It was the only day I got in trouble with my teacher and it was because I wasn't quiet during rest time. I'm sure it had something to do with that yellow dress.)
I was a bright, gifted child academically. I was a bit socially inept and craved attention from my peers, but I didn't quite know how to get it. At home, things were tough, my mother was often pregnant and I ended up with 6 brothers and sisters. But, I was the one that was FAT. That is what they noticed and hated. They didn't notice that I was a straight A student (although I had to work for that, it didn't always come naturally.) They didn't notice the things that made school so inviting to me. Teachers loved me and they helped me a lot. A teacher gave me my first book and I quickly learned a couple of my important life lessons. One was that I could get into a book and escape from whatever was going on--and I did it. I read everything I could get my hands on, starting at the beginning of second grade when I was 6 years old. The other lesson I learned was that if I had homework, my parents generally got off of my back and I had peace. I soon did every assignment above and beyond what was asked and all of the extra credit around whether I needed it or not. these two things saved this little FAT girl from a lot of anguish from ironing, dish washing, cleaning, changing diapers, and being screamed at and physically punished for being a FAT girl.
They quit buying me clothes like the other kids, because there weren't plus-sized or many "chubby" sized things that were affordable for a young family. I remember getting beat in my head by both of them--slapped and screamed at in stereo for eating a bologna sandwich one night. I learned to sneak food into my room and hide it so that nobody would make fun of me or punish me for eating. and I became even more and more FAT. I looked awful most of the time wearing raggedy stuff that the kids at school made fun of. My skinny, cute sister had our closet full of clothes. She actually had things she wouldn't wear because she didn't like them. That was never a luxury I never had in my life.
I/ thought that people would treat me the same way if I ate in front of them as I grew up and I really went through a lot in junior high and high school. I would hide my lunch and eat it before school or after school if I could keep it hidden. (If I brought back food, they took it away from me.) I got caught having eaten part of my school lunch before school the day I forgot it and my mom found it. That got me screamed at for many days and of course, the point was that if I wasn't such a FAT a$$, I wouldn't have done something so horrid. (I didn't want anyone to see me eating the chips and the Debbie cake that accompanied my sandwich, but I wanted to eat them because that is what she gave me.) By the way, my name at home wasn't Sylvia--I was named after my mother and no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't call me "Little Sylvia" after a certain point, I became "FAT a$$." That is what they called me all of the time (unless others might hear.)
I walked away from that when I was 18--I had just completed my first year of college and my first year of working full time at a nursing home. I worked a lot of hours and double shifts, and one day, the FAT a$$ talk pushed me over the edge. I took my few belongings and walked to a co-workers house. I left their car and their world and didn't go back to that. However, I was still FAT and I didn't want to be. I tried every diet and thing under the sun only to lose a lot of weight and then gain it back. I did it over and over again. I tried many times to rebuild a relationship with my family, but that just wasn't meant for me to do. When my father passed away, I was insulted and yelled at by my mother and sister--because I was there. I guess that made it my fault and as always, it made them all feel better to have their FAT a$$ around to blame things on. I sent my mother a couple of nice gifts for her first Thanksgiving season without my father (they had been married 49 years when he died of heart issues) and to my astonishment, she drove to our house and dropped them on my front porch without a word. I dried for hours and then realized what awful pain that relationship was capable of giving me. At that point, I finally realized (with a lot of help from my pastor and therapist) that it was time to let go of this "relationship" that had hurt me from the time I wore that yellow dress in school up until even now. And all of it, was because I was FAT (or so I thought from all that was said and done.) I have always felt the blame for the things that didn't work in my life as I became an adult, and it always came back to me being FAT.
Anyway, it is time to put FAT a$$ into the real world. I have had 3 main jobs and about 3 others. I always have worked myself to the top of my area. I did that as a convenience store clerk--became the lead clerk and offered to go to the most difficult store. They let me manage part time, but i couldn't be a manager because I had another job. I started in education as an assistant in a Head Start classroom. I worked hard and went back to college and got credentials to be not only a lead teacher with national endorsements, but finished my bachelor's degree and was offered an administrative job. However, I finally got my elementary education offer and I jumped on that. After a couple of years, I went back to get my master's--but I went beyond that and got a K-12 specialist credential. I also became a trained Reading Recovery teacher which took a year to accomplish. (There are a few of us on SP, ask any of them about their training year!!) I went on and became Nationally Board Certified--and again, there are a few of us around here, ask about that year long process. I have been a leader in my schools and I have done wonderful things for the kids who need it most. I have been that overachiever my entire life--and I learned how to do that as an escape from abuse. I'm not sure why I have had to be that overachiever, because I also learned that nobody really cares what the FAT a$$ does as long as they don't have to look at me.
Fast forward to today. I am working in a situation where my boss has been difficult with me and her comments have basically been about my appearance, not who I am or what I do. Instead of letting me do what I am best at, I have been pushed into strange little back rooms and kept out of anything that involves other people. It has been made clear that although I am a "wonderful teacher," that I am not to be in public places. Last May, after I had lost some 65 pounds, she finally made a comment to me, "Oh you look like you have been losing a bit of weight." A couple of days ago, she said to me (in a public group) "If Sylvia keeps losing weight, we will have to get safety pins to hold hr clothes up." Granted, it was some recognition of what I have worked so hard to do, but it was also on a day when I wore something a little new that isn't one of my few remaining FAT items. It's a good thing that I haven't done this for her or anyone but me and what I need in my life. I mention it because she has caused those old feelings to resurface for me and I feel like the FAT a$$ again.
We found out this week that our school didn't pass the state requirements for reading last year. I was saddened for the children but not surprised, because last year was pretty tough for me. I had to teach in a lot of strange places that weren't conducive to the ways my children learn. (For example, I was on the school stage and while I taught, they buffed and shined the gym floor that connected, they delivered milk and food items for the cafeteria, and people used the stage as a short cut for them and their classes while I was trying to teach...and that was only a pat of it.) I was quiet and took a lot, and I internalized it. I didn't realize until recently that I AM BACK to being the FAT a$$. I have retreated rather than standing up for what is right. I am hiding from more conflict and pain.
THIS is ALL about to change. I have to do that with my professional life, my family life and even my life here. I am doing the best that I can. My priorities in order are my faith, my family, my exercise plan, my job, and my cyber-world. I love everyone here, but my "real world life" has to come first. I am going to go to my email and delete a lot of old emails of team threads and blogs I haven't responded to, because I cannot do it. I have spent my summer moving two classrooms into one under enormous pressure about appearances. I gave my mornings for six weeks to a group of children at my church as the reading specialist I am and I made a positive difference in how their world will be this year. I also included many of my kids in this activity so they could see and learn what one person can do for the benefit of others. I have went to the pool everyday to get the exercise my damaged body needs and craves and I have done that with my kids in tow so we could take time to play and have fun together. I have given as much time to my family and enjoyed them as I have had. I have also gotten to some medium range goals and milestones here, and I have lost over 100 pounds and I have dropped below 200 pounds, after weighing well over 300 pounds most of my adult life. However, I am like you and I am a busy person.
I have really thought about the time I spend at SP and I value it or I wouldn't do it. I have limits on my time and usually, I get around a half an hour after I work to go online for all of my business and then I get to come back after my time at the pool until I fall asleep in my chair with my computer and my kitty in my lap. My teams are important to me as well and I have chosen to be co-leader of the ones closest to my heart. I believe that I help others here and that helps me to be successful as well. It's a win-win situation. (I think that what I bring is my experience at being the FAT a$$ for my entire life, and at having success in spite of a body that has fought back and is permanently damaged.) I am lucky to be here and I cherish what I have been given. However, I have gotten behind and it is my intention to spend time at the pool today and with two of my sons at some "car thing." (Miles is training to be an auto-diesel mechanic and he really wants to go to this thing, so I will go with him so he can see the cars and tell me about things that I know little about and care even less about. That's what moms do for their kids.)
So today, I am going to take some pressure off of this overachiever and former FAT a$$, so that I can manage my world without stress. I will also be a bit more feisty and I will be fighting for what I care about--be it my students and what they need, supporting Miles' car activities when this is my hard earned weekend, getting that fresh fruit I need, or justifying my time online and choice of exercise. I can do the important stuff well, but I can't do it all. I have to really "get" that in this coming year at a new school. I am setting the standard for the rest of my career and I am working towards weight loss into maintenance soon. I have to get things in order. I am going to fit the important stuff into my life while staying focused on my goals and priorities. I am no longer the FAT a$$!!
I hope this wasn't too maudlin or disturbing for you to read, but this has been on my mind lately. I know there are lots of things that you can mention and point out that I haven't mentioned--like a few of my dear friends who have had my back over a lot of this and the fact that I have been with bosses and people in authority who appreciated me more than how I looked. yet, these people who have been able to get under my skin and hurt me in a variety of ways are the ones who just don't like a FAT a$$ and made it their business to get this one out of their sight and mind.
Thanks for letting me get that off of my mind and for letting me off the hook.
Thursday, August 05, 2010
I have been really busy at work--12 hours yesterday, most of them on my feet (ouch.) today, I worked a regular day, but couldn't go to thepool because of the bad weather. We have had intermitten thunderstorms since yesterday evening. Our internet and cable service went out while I was in the middle of posting on the Healthy Reflection thread. So what does that have to do with this blog? Hmm, I've had time to so dome reading which I don't often get. I have had some articles and emails saved up waiting for me to have time to read them. Oh my goodness.
I read an article about fad diets that have been popular or at least used in the past and they shocked me. I don't know if I am naive, but my goodness... I'm sure I won't remember them all to run by you, but you will get the idea and I'll let you share share your thoughts of my naivete with me. Now don't get me wrong, I have done some dumb and ridiculous stuff int he name of losing weight (fast.) I worked as a nurse's aide and I had a nurse tell me that she was taking lasix dailya nd laxatives every other day--I tried that for about a week, but it made my tummy hurt. I have bought pills and a vibrating belt thing. I tried this diet where you substituted this nasty tasting red syrupy stuff for two meals a day. I did the "3 day diet" with the hotdogs, tuna, vanilla ice cream, beets, carrots, and so on... I tried a variety of pills and sprays and powders. I tried not eating. I also tried having ice cream once a day and nothing but celery the rest of the day. I also did the cabbage soup diet. YUCK, YUCK, YUCK to all of that.
They also discussed some "dangerous" fad diets. Those included swallowing a tapeworm to prevent yourself from eating and digesting food. Another was the "Cigarette" diet which wasn't as gross as I as expecting after reading that title. The idea of that one was to smoke anytime you felt like eating (and to prevent yourself from taking in calories.) The "Sleep" diet was to simply sleep 24/7 so that you wouldn't want to eat anything.
However, that stuff seems pretty respectable compared to the things I read about. The title of the story mentioned the "Cotton Ball" diet. Yes, people ate cotton balls before a meal to feel full. Another choice was to eat paper for that full feeling. (I think having a glass of water is really a great improvement.) I am thinking if it isn't food or consumable beverages, it doesn't belong in your mouth.
If you wanted real "food" for your diet, they had a few of those included in this story. There was the "Baby food" diet in which you had to each of your meals of baby food. that is some real portion control, but not much as for fiber or the like. If you'd rather partake of the "Twinkie" diet, you culd have over a dozen of them a day. That's pretty limiting on nutrients, I'd guess.
There were others there that included a soap diet. (I couldn't figure out what you exactly did with this special soap. With some of the others, eating it or using it could be a possibility.) There was a diet in which you put a staple through the cartillage in your ear, guaranteed to be effective for about 2 weeks. I sat reading this stuff talking to myself and getting attention from my entire family. (I think they were thinking I had lost it a bit.)
That is what brought me to where I had been and all of the crazy stuff I had tried before I learned better and to where I am now. I still hear the commercials on TV and the radio. I have grown to understand that there is no quick fix, no matter what. I have grown to learn that there are three parts to losing weight that are separate and intertwined: Nutritious eating, Healthy activity, and Quality information. All of these are major components here at SP. When you add in the support and the motivation that SP includes, we have a pretty nice package that is one you can LIVE with. It is far better than eating paper or stapling your ear or doing odd things with soap.
I'm glad that I am here. I'm glad that you are here too.
Life is good!!
Monday, August 02, 2010
Hi there my friends!!
Something has been funny with the computer again tonight--and last night. Mediacom sure gives us trouble--I guess it hasn't happened in just over a month, so I shouldn't fuss, lol
ANYWAY... I lost 3.2 pounds this week and I am now at 198.4. WOW. I wish that I would have done these things a lot earlier. I could have been healthier and had more energy way back then. BUT--I have done them now and I am here. NO LOOKING BACK!!
Two years ago, I rode into school in a wheelchair with the scariest brace on that anyone has ever seen. It looked like a turtle shell and covered my upper torso. There were centimeter sized holes drilled into the back for some air and it was so hot to wear. It had steel bars that extended down the left side to fit a similar attachment around my thigh. I couldn't do much without help. The next day, I had a visit from the guys downtown and they told me that I had to move to another classroom. Yeah, right--and a lot of people who didn't really care about my things or what was coming next tossed my stuff into boxes. I got to the next school (per principal's request) and then somebody else who didn't care much about my stuff or my space unpacked some of my boxes. The rest were placed on the stage, up a flight of stairs that I also couldn't climb and that's where they remained. I struggled to get around and I struggled to do everything. I couldn't even go to the restroom without help because it took at least one person to manage the brace--and two were better. I was supposed to travel and work in another building, but since I couldn't drive or bend over, I stayed in the same place. It went on the entire year. I was stared at constantly and rude things were said to me about my size, my clothing, my smell, and so on.
Last year, I started the school year in turmoil and was told that I had to travel between two school buildings. I had to pack up part of my belongings and move them to another school and even though other teachers had help, I had to get my family to do this work because quite honestly, I couldn't pack, lift or unpack. I was without the brace and with enormous pain. I had a nasty episode that turned out to be congestive heart failure. I was on meds for blood pressure, partially clogged arteries, aspirin, nitroglycerin patch, as well as my arthritis meds and asthma meds and fibromyalgia meds and depression meds. You have the idea. And it wasn't long before I was back in the wheelchair as well. But I started physical therapy in the pool and I worked and worked day after day until I was "too good" to stay in therapy. I walked in on my own power there my last day in March. (It wasn't easy, but I did it.)
Now, it is a new school year and this teacher is confident with my walker. I have lost over 105 pounds and I am below not only 300 pounds, but below 200 pounds as well!! I am going back to school weighing less than I have weighed in so long. It is much easier to eat on my plan when I am working and on a schedule. I am going back with a cute little haircut (or so I've been convinced...I lost a lot of hair after my most recent surgeries--having had over 30 of them in the past 9 years has taken a toll on my body in many ways. I finally had a second trim to make it look better.) I have a new wardrobe so maybe the rude comments about my clothing and appearance won't happen. I couldn't possibly have an odor (not that I believe I ever did) but the worst I could smell like is chlorine since I spend so much time in the pool. I have a new room to go to, and I unpacked things with some help from my children who did things my way. I know what I have where and I am ready to do my very important job as a reading teacher for children who are having some problems as readers.
LISTEN TO THIS WORLD: None of the things that caused me grief, pain or distraction in the past is going to get in my way. I am like Alice and I too am in Onederland. I feel full of energy and I feel confident in appearance and health. I have faith in myself because I know who I am, what I have done, and what I can do. Nothing is going to get in my way. If my pain rears up, I am entitled to take care of myself for the few minutes I'll need and I will be able to get right back on track.
I am on track for myself and my family--and for the students who depend on me. I can certainly do what I need to because I have done this, I am in onederland. I am no longer taking meds for asthma or my heart or depression and my other meds have been cut way back. I have made it--and I will get where I am going before long as well. I am going to need another new wardrobe by the end of the year, if not sooner and I am going to be even more independent. I don't know if I'll be more sassy because that is one area where I may have arrived at my complete destination.
So in the remaining part of 2010, I am going to get to my goal weight. I am going to take care of myself in every way possible. I am going to walk Lady without help. I am going to dance with my husband. I am going to be able to use my cane at least part of the time. I am going to renew my National Board Certification. I am going to go to the pool every night that I can. I am going to have a successful school year. I am going to help children who need me more than anyone else. I am going to start doing more in my home and for my family... and I am going to get a lot in return.
BY THE WAY, I have been so overwhelmed by all of the kindnesses after my recent blog about losing 100 pounds. Thank you all for helping me to feel so good about what I have done. I am going to make each of you proud of me as you see how successful I will be in the other parts of my life as well. I feel good about more now than I have in a long time and I owe it to you and to my SP family.
Gentle hugs to you all,
PS--I'll get a new "in progress" photo up soon that won't be quite as silly as the one of me at the water park giving my husband bunny ears. Wow, I can't believe I let that photo be taken!!
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